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Luke stirred in his bed, half awake. He barely registered that the sheets and blankets felt weird and a small pang in his arm before he let himself slip back into his dreams from the foggy mid ground he was in, but even in his dreams something seemed off. Being in his late teens, Luke's dreams often consisted of some form of fantasy involving the fairer sex, but as his next dream came to him he found himself in his old high school locker room showering next to a friend he had back then. Already uncomfortable being naked around his friend, his discomfort only grew as he looked over to see his friend not just aroused, but rock hard and slowly teasing his member while he eyed Luke washing himself. Luke recoiled from the sight, partly from the painful and guilty memories it brought back to him, partly in disgust at the level of detail he still remembered about his friend's penis. He squirmed in his sleep once again, this time causing a very sharp pain in his arm; which forced him out of his dream and into full consciousness.

Luke tried to sit up in his bed and clutch at his arm; though something held him down. With a goran, he opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was how bright his bedroom was, but as his eyes adjusted he realized he wasn't in his bedroom at all. The room he was in seemed to resemble a hospital room, save the ridiculously powerful lights in it; even the bed he was on was angled like a hospital bed; though he suspected he wasn't completely right from the fact that the whole bed was at a tilt rather than just the part supporting his torso. A fresh pang in his arm sent his attention towards it, and he saw the reason for it was what appeared to be a tube inserted into it on the inside of the elbow. After a moment of study Luke realized what it was, an IV feed, and judging from the blood which had started to slowly fill the tube feeding into his arm he figured whatever had been being pumped into his body had stopped flowing.

Luke watched the blood fill the clear plastic for a while, almost hypnotized and still groggy from either sleep or whatever drug had been filling him, but something seemed off about the arm the tube was attached to. It took him a moment to identify what it was, but after narrowing down the list he realized his arm was thinner than he remembered. His first thought was atrophy, he'd been in a coma or something and that's why he was in the hospital. Muscle disuse had obviously led them to wither and shrink. Luke still didn't think that was right either though; he was a thin man and could see the outline of his elbow bones last time he remembered, or they didn't look any more prominent now than they did then. He also remembered seeing pictures of atrophied limbs in biology class and his arms looked nothing like those: they still looked full of healthy muscle, just thinner.

It was while studying his arms that Luke noticed his chest sticking out prominently in the corner of his vision for the first time. Suddenly, a horrible thought occurred to him and he was afraid to look directly at his chest. The thinner body, the larger chest, it added up to a ridiculous notion, one often explored in the darer corners of the internet. Luke told himself he was just impaired from sleep, or was being paranoid, or had read too much fetishy erotica late at night when he couldn't sleep. He didn't think anything could happen like that in real life without hormone treatment and surgeries. Despite his rationalizations, he still couldn't shake the thought, but regardless he forced himself to look at his chest.

Two peach color mounds of flesh, squished together by a belt strapped across him holding him in bed, were attached to his chest. Luke stared down at them in something resembling horror, watching them strain against the belt each time he took a breath. "No way..." he silently mumbled to himself. After a moment he realized he wasn't wearing any clothes on this new body and panic suddenly set in. He strained against the belt holding him in place, only to find about four more firmly secured in other places, but regardless he kept squirming. He started yelling out, incoherent in his pleas for freedom or to wake up from this perverted dream.

Suddenly Luke was hit by what felt like a slap to the mouth and his lips were sealed shut by something that felt a bit like a glob of goo. He could still breathe through his nose and tried to make some sort of noise that way, but found that despite it being free of the mysterious goop he could barely even hum now. Just as he was about to resume his struggle against the binds, his attention was grabbed by the sound of a door opening. He looked up to see a single door in the wall that he swore wasn't there before open up, and through it stumbled a woman wearing purple pajama pants and a white tank top. She yawned and stretched before walking up to Luke's bed and fiddling with something above his head, causing the bed to rotate forward until Luke was almost in a vertical position.

The woman smiled at Luke, then made a small hand gesture. More puzzled than frightened now, Luke's confusion only grew as he saw what appeared to be a metal disc about the size of a dinner plate come floating through the door and stop before him, hovering about two feet off the ground. The woman then sat down on the disc, which seemed to dip in altitude a little as if to compensate for her weight.

The woman eyed Luke up and down, smiling sleepily. Luke blushed at the attention, not sure what was going on and only knowing he was naked. After a while ogling him, the woman finally spoke. "I had hoped to get a nap in before you woke up, but you had to wake me up, didn't you?"

Luke looked at the woman in disbelief, mumbling weakly through his nose. The woman giggled at his efforts. "You know Luka," she said "the spell I used to shut you up is quite potent, but go ahead and keep trying to talk as long as you want. It's fun to watch you squirm." She smiled affectionately at him as she said this.

Slightly stunned, Luke thought for a minute before deciding now was the time to listen, not talk; regardless of how ridiculous the notion of her casting a spell was to him. Seeming to sense Luke's decision, the woman grinned and praised him "That's a good girl!" Luke glared at her, but remained silent.

"I know you're confused Luka dear, and you deserve an explanation of some sort as to why you're bound up and gagged in my basement" the woman said, smirking. Luka couldn't quite tell if she was being sarcastic, but he didn't think she was lying about where he was. She continued "I'll try to sum things up as quickly as I can for you so I can get to work on training and getting you adjusted here. Poor Luke had an accident, and was very fortunate that I was there when it happened otherwise you wouldn't be here now. I followed him to the hospital, and the doctors said he was going to die. I thought he was just so adorable, I couldn't let that happen. So I took him and made you, dear. I saved your life."

Luke stared at the woman with something bordering contempt. "What's wrong, dear?" the woman asked, looking genuinely concerned. "Ah, I know!" She said and reached up to his mouth. Instead of feeling some vague movement in the goo, Luke was shocked to instead feel her finger caress his bare lips. "There, now you can talk again." she said. "Just try not to shout like before."

"You think I can believe that?" Luke asked her coldly.

"You really think there's a 'rational' explanation for this after what you've seen so far, Luka?" she asked him with a devilish smirk.

"That's not my name." Luke growled.

"Oh? Then what is it dear?" the woman asked.

"It's Luke, not Luka."

The woman chuckled at this, doubling over before regaining control over herself. "No dear, Luke died in that hospital." She said, keeping her devilish smirk "I took your life into my hands when doctors and science couldn't save you, and now you're mine."

Luke snapped, "Even if what you say is true, you think you own me because you saved my life?!"

"No, I gave you life, Luka dear." the woman said calmly. "I took the virtually destroyed body of Luke and remade it into Luka as my familiar. Your life is bound to mine now sweetie." She held up a hand mirror Luke swore he hadn't seen her come in with and angled it in front of him so he could see his own stomach. There, right below his belly button was what appeared to be a tattoo of a symbol he did not recognise.

"So you put a tattoo on me," Luke growled "that doesn't prove anything you just said!"

The woman smirked and locked eyes with him. "Was the new body not enough of a tip off? How about all the items I've been pulling out of nowhere? Since you seem dense enough to need further proof you're mine, why don't you tell me what you name really is, dear?"

Luke glared back and shouted in her face, "It's Luka!" he immediately blushed and shrank back from her at having her name for him slip out of his mouth. The woman grinned victoriously; spurring him to shout out again "I mean Luka!" he blushed a deeper red "Lu-... Luk..." he tried desperately to cut the word off at the K sound, but couldn't as him mind gave him an irresistible urge to finish the word, letting the A out in a long sigh. Luke hung his head in shame before asking sheepishly "Is it really Luka?"

The woman smiled "Yes dear, Luke died months ago."

Luka stared up at the woman in disbelief. "I don't even remember being in an accident, how could I be out for months!?"

"Magic isn't all powerful, dear." The woman said simply. "it takes time and resources to make someone into my familiar, even longer to remake her body."

Luka blushed deeply "Why did you have to give me breasts?!"

The woman smirked and stood up, leaning in close to Luka's face. Luka smelled her perfume and turned away blushing as he felt her hands come to rest on his side and his thigh. "I couldn't have a familiar running around errands for me that looked like someone's dead relative or best friend could I?" She asked. "Besides, Luke may have been cute but I decided to make you even cuter." She slid her hand up Luka's thigh to his groin, where en explosion of new sensations made him jump and shiver. "Besides, I have a lot more fun playing with this kind of body than I do with boys"

The horror of losing his manhood had not time or space to take root in Luka's mind as the sensations from this woman's rubbing at his groin were overpowering him. He soon felt wet warmth trickling down his thighs under as she rubbed what he assumed to be his clit. In no time at all, Luka was bucking in orgasm against her hand as he felt muscles he hadn't had before clench and release inside his groin.

The woman kissed Luka on the cheek as he slumped back, panting. She raised her hand up to his face, showing her first two fingers coated in clear fluid. "My, you're so juicy when you cum, Luka dear. I guess I did some really great work down there!"

Luka, too tired to be embarrassed, continued panting before speaking weakly. "Do I have any power against you lady?"

The woman tilted her head and spoke sternly. "Look at me Luka." He lifted his chin to meet her gaze immediately, though not as if some force pulled him but because his mind gave a powerful compulsion to obey. "You're my familiar now. You are my servant and companion and should be honored to have such a privilege. And don't you dare refer to me as 'Lady' in such a disrespectful tone again, you are to refer to me as either Mistress or Lady Rya when I'm in a good mood, understand?"

"Y... Y-Yes Mistress." Luka sheepishly replied, feeling light headed as something inside her seemed to change.

Rya studied Luka for a long time before softening and kissing Luka on the lips. Stunned, Luka was only able to sit there until Rya pulled back. "I'm not always such a bitch, you know. We can have a lot of fun together if you behave yourself." she said. "I don't want to have to tweak your personality every step of the way like others of my kind do, what good is a familiar for companionship if they're mindless drones, right?"

Not really understanding, Luka simply nods.She felt he should hate this Rya woman, but for some reason nearly every part of her mind was telling him she was good and she liked her. She knew it was probably her spells or something to that effect twisting her mind to her own ends that caused this, but that didn't really matter to her, because altered mind or not, she still ultimately liked Lady Rya.

"Mistress?" Luka spoke up sheepishly.

"Yes dear?"

"Can you please let me down from this bed? I kinda want to put some clothes on." Luka asked, blushing slightly.

Rya smiled brightly "Of course dear!" She suddenly waved her hand down across the belts holding Luka to the bed and one by one they split in the middle and retracted into the bed like they were alive. "Follow me Dear, I'll show you to our quarters" she said cheerfully, extending a hand to Luka.

Luka paused for a moment, then took her hand and let herself be led away.

"This might not be so bad." she thought to herself. "Sure, to Luke this would have been horrible, but the mind I have now is telling me this is good. Luka's mind thinks it's good. I'll give it a shot, after all how often do you get the chance to hit the reset after you die and try a new life?"

With that thought, Luka follows her mistress out of the room she had lain dormant in for months and into her new home and life.